I Suppose I'm A Lapsed Catholic. You

Those Are Brave Men... Lets Go Kill Them

Do Dead Man Dream? The Dead Themselves Are Silent On The Matter

I Get Up Every Day And Work In The Morning. I Have My Coffee And Get To Work. On Good Days I Look Up And It's Dark Outside And The Whole Day Has Gone By And I Don't Know Where It's Gone. But There's Bad Days, Too. Where I Struggle And Sweat And A Half Hour Creeps By And I've Written Three Words. And Half A Day Creeps By And I've Written A Sentence And A Half And Then I Quit For The Day And Play Computer Games. You Know, Sometimes You Eat The Bear And Sometimes The Bear Eats You. [laughs]

For They Are The Knights Of Summer, And Winter Is Coming.

A Lord May Love The Men That He Commands, But He Cannot Be A Friend To Them. One Day He May Need To Sit In Judgement On Them, Or Send Them Forth To Die.